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Enter Catesby.

And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Cutes. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, Who from my cabin tempted me to walk And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Ruveni Catesby; I come:-Lords, will you go

England, with me?

5 And cited up a thousand heavy times, Rir. Madam, we will attend your grace, During the wars of York and Lancaster

[Errunt all but Gloster. That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,

Mlethought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, I larunto the grievous charge of others. 10 Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Ciarence, whein I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Into the tumbling billows of the main. I do beweep to many simple gulls;

O Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown! Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! ind tell them-'tis the queen and her allies, What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! That stir the king against the duke my brother. (15 Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; Now they believe it; and withal whet me A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Inestimable stones, unvalued 'jewels, Tell them—that God bids us do good for evil: Ali scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. And thus I clothe my naked villainy

20 Some lay in dead men'sskulls; and, in those holes, With old old ends, stol’n forth of holy writ; Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, Enter two Murder: 's.

That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, But soft, here come my executioners.

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates? Brak. Had you such leisure, in the time of death, .Ire you now going to dispatch this thing? To gaze upon the secrets of the deep? i llur. We are, my lord; and come to have Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive the warrant,

To yield the ghost : but still the envious flood That we may be admitted where he is. [me: Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about 30 To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ; When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But smother'd it within my panting bulk, But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,

Which alınost burst to belch it in the sea. Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;

Bruk. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? For Clarence is well spoken, anal, perhaps,

Clar. O, no, my dream vas lengthen’datier life; May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 350, then began the tempest to my soul ! illur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand I pass’d, methought, the melancholy tlood, to prate,

With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Talkers are no good doers; be assur’d,

into the kingdom of perpetual night. We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.

The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Gio. Your eyes drop mill-stores, when fools' 40 Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; eyes drop tears!!

Who cry'd aloud, --What scourge for perjury I like you, lads ;-about your business straight; Can this dark monarchy afford false Clurence? Go, go, dispatch.

Ind so he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by Vur. We will, my noble lord. [Excunt. A shadow like an angel, with bright hair

45 Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, SCENE IV.

Clarence is come,--false, flecting*,perjur'd Clarence,
An Apartment in the Tower.

That stabb'd me in the field by Teröksbury;
Enter Clarence, and Brukenbury.

Scice on him, furits, take him to your torments ! -pom

With that, methought, a legion of foul tiends Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day: 50 Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Cla. O, I have pasi a miserable night,

Such hideous cries, that, with the very poise, So tull of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,

I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, That, as I am a christian faithful man?,

Could not believe but that I was in hell; I would not spend another such a night,

Such terrible impression made my dream. Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; 155 Brak. No marvel, lord, that it aftrighted you; So full of dismal terror was the time.

I am afraid, methinks, to hear you teli it. Brak. What was your dream, iny lord : I pray Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done those you, tell me.

things, Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the That now give evidence against my soul, Tower,

60 For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,

. Probably, a proverbial expression..? i. e, not an infidel. 3 i. e. invaluable. Fleeting is the same as changing sides. Tt


But thou will be aveng'd on my misdeeds, 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now?
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: [dren !-- 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse.
O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil- i Murd. When he opens his purse to give us
I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

our reward, thy conscience tlies out. My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. 5 2 Níurd.' 'l is no matter; let it go; there's Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace few, or none, will entertain it. good rest !

Clarence sleeps i Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, (night.

2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide ehing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot Princes have but their titles for their glories, 10 steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, An outward honour for an inward toil ;

but it checks him; a nian cannot lie with his neighAnd, for unfelt imaginations,

bour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing They often feel a world of restless cares!: shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bo So that, between their titles, and low name, som; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 15 restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; Enter the two Murderers.

it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turn'd out 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?

of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and Brak. What would'st thou, fellow? and how every man, that means to live well, endeavours cam'st thou hither :

to trust to himself, and live without it. 2 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and 1|2011 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at any elbow, came hither on my legs.

persuading me not to kill the duke. Brak. What, so brief?

[dious :- 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and be 1 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief, than te- lieve him not: he would insinuate with thee, but Shew him our commission, talk no more.

to make thee sigh. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver 25 1 Msurd. I am strong fram’d, hc cannot prevail The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :

with me. I will not reason what is meant hereby,

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall’ fellow, that tespects Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? Here are the keys ;--there sits the duke asleep: 1 dlurd. Take him over the costard 'with the I'll to the king; and signify to him,

30 hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the That thus I have resign'd to you my charge, malmsey-butt, in the next room.

1 Murd. You may, sir, 'tis a point of wisdom: 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop Fare you well. (Erit Brakenbury.

of him. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Asurd. Soft! he wakes. 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly,35 2 Msurd. Strike. when he wakes.

1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him. 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup never wake until the great judgement-day:

of vine.

fanon. 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him 1 dlurd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, sleeping.

40 Clar. In God's name, what art thou . 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgement, | Murd. A man, as you are. hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

Clar. But not, as I am, royal. I Murd. What? art thou afraid?

1 Murd. Nur you, as we are, loyal. 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks areit; but to be damn’d for killing him, from the 45 humible. which no warrant can defend me.

1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks | Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute.

niine Owif.

[speak! 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.

Clar. Hoik darkly, and how deadly dost thou 1 Murd. P'll back to the duke of Gloster, and your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? tell him so.

150 W ho sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little: I hope,

2 Murd. To, to, to-this compassionate humour of mine will change; Clur. To murder me? it was wont to hold me but while one would tell

Both. Ay, ay. twenty.

Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, I Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? 55 And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of con- Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? science are yet within me.

Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. 1 Murd. 'Remember our reward, when the Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. deed's done.

(ward. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the re-lo to die.

• Meaning, they often suffer real miseries for imaginary and unreal gratifications. Tall, in old English, means stóut, daring, fearless, and strong...the head, a name adopted from an apple slaap'd like a man's lead. : i e. we'll talk.



Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of Both. Ay, so we will.

[York men,

Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Ble'ss'd his three sons with his victorious arın, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, What lawlul quest' have given their verdict up 5 He little thought of this divided friendship: Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to Before I be convict by course of law,

weep. To threaten me with death, is most unlawful. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. I charge you, as you hope to have redemption, 10 1 Asurd. Right, as snow in harvest. Come, That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

you deceive yourself; The deed you undertake is damnable. [mand. 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.

| Murd. What we will do, we do upon com- Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, 2 Murd. And he that hath commanded is our And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs, king

15 That he would labour my delivery. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings 1 Murd. Why, so he doth,when he delivers you Hath in the table of his law commanded,

From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

die, my lord. Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, 20 Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. To counsel me to make my peace with God, 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he And art thou get to thy own soul so blind, hurl on thee,

That thou wilt war with God by murdering me! For false forswearing, and for murder too: O, sirs, consider, he that sets you on Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight

25 To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

2 Murd. What shall we do? 1 Alurd. And, like a traitor to the name of Clar. Relent, and save your souls.

[blade, Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous Being pent from liberty, as I am now,Cnripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

30 Iftwo such murderers as yourselves came to you 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, and defend

[law to us, Were you in my distress, Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and worlanish. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree? Clar. Not to relent, is beastly,savage, devilish.

Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed : 35 My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; For Edward, for my brother, for his sake; 0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, He sends you not to murder me for this: Come thou on my side, and entreat for me: For in that sin he is as deep as I.

A begging prince what beggar pities not? If God will be avenged for the deed,

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. , know you yct, he doth it publicly:


1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;

not serve,

[Stabs him. He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Erit. To cut off those that have offended him. (ster,

2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desp'rately dis1 Murd. Who made thec then a bloody inini

patch'd ! When gallant-springing', brave Plantagenet, 45 How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? Of this most grieyous guilty murder done! Cla. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

Re-enter first Murderer. Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy 1 Murd. How now? what mean’st thou, that fault,

thou help’st me not?

[been. Provoke us bither now to slaughter thee. 50 By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you've

Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; 2 Murd. I would he knew that I had say'd his I am his brother, and I love him well.

brother! If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, Take thoy the fee, and tell him what I say; And I will send you to my brother Gloster; For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Erit. Who shall reward you better for my life,

55 I Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art. Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster 'Till that the duke give order for his burial: hates you.

[dear: And when I have my meed, I will away; Cla. Oh, no'; he loves me, and he holds me For this will out, and then I must not stay. Go you to him from me.

[Exit with the body. · Quest is inquest or jury. i.e. blooming Plantagenet, a prince in the spring of life. youth; one yet nicto to the world. Tt?.



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Bicki And, in good time, here comes the noble The Court.

Eiter Gloster.


Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king and Enter King Edzard sick, the Queen, Dorset, Ri- And, princely peers, a happy time of day! (queen; cers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others. 5

K. Edir. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the? K. Edw. WHY, $o: now have I done a good Brother, we have done deeds of charity; (day :-You peers, continue this united league: Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. I every day expect an embassage

Glo. A blessed labour,iny most sovereign liege.-From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; 10. Among this princely heap, if any here, And now in peace my sout shall part to heaven, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Hold me a foc; if I unwittingly Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Have aught committed that is hardly borne Dissenible not your hatred, swear your love. By' any in this presence, I desire Rir. By heaven, my soul is purg' froin grudg-15 To reconcile me to his friendly peace: ing hate;

'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. I hate it, and desire all good men's love.

Tlast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! first, madam, Fentreat írue peace of you, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your which I will purchase with my duteous service;king;

200f you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Lest He, that is the supreme King of kings, Ifever any grudge were lodg'u between us ;Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Of you, lored Risers,--and, lord Grey, of you, Either of you to be the other's and.

Thåt all without desert have frown'd on me;Vlast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect lore. Of you, lord Woodville,--and,lord Scales, of you,-Rir. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! 125 Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, ot all. K. Edze. Madam, yourselt are not exempt in I do not know that Englishman alive, this,

With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;- More than the intant that is born to-night;

You have been factious one against the other. I thank my God for iny humility.
Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand:1301 Lucen. A holy-day this shall be kept hereafter:
And what you do, do it unfeignedly. (remember I would to God,all strifes were well compounded.--

zucen. 'There, Hastings;- I will never more Why sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine!

Tötake our brother Clarence to your grace. K.Edru. Dorset, embrace him ;--Hastings, love Glo, Wlby, inadam, have I offer'd love for this, lord marquis.

35 lo be so tlouted in this royal presence? Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? l'pon my part, shall be inviolable?

[They all start. Hast. And so swear I.

[this league l'ou do him injury, to scorn bis corse. [heis? K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seaf thou K.Edic. Who knows not, he is dead! who hrows With thv embracements to my wite's allies, H01 Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! And make me happy in your unity:

Buch. Look I so pale, ford Dorset, as the rest? Buch. Whenever Buckingham döth turn his hate Dir. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the Upon your grace, but with all dutcous love


[To the Queen. But his red-colour hath forsook his cheeks. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me 114 h. Edis. Is Clarence dead? the order was res With late in those where I expect most love!

vers'd. When I have most need to employ a friend, Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And most assured that he is a friend,

And that a winged Mercury did bear; Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand', Be he unto me! This do I beg of heaven, BO That came too lag to see him buried:-When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal

[Embruing Rirers, &c. Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, K. Edo. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking- Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. [liain, and yet go current from suspicion ! There wünteth now our brother Gloster here, 155

Enter Lord Stanley. To make the blessed period of this peace.

Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! · This alludes to a proverbial expression, that “ Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth “ Comfort's a crippl, and coincs ever slow.”

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K. Edır. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of Dutch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me

I do lawent the sickness of the king, [both : Stan.I will not rise, unless your highness hearme. Is loth to lose him; not your father's death; K. Ediz. Then say at once, what is it thou re- It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost. quest'st.

5 Son.Then,grandam, you concludethat he is dead. Stan.The forfeit', sovereign,of my servant's life; The king mine uncle is to blame for this: Who slew to-dava riotous gentleman,

God will revenge it; who.n I will importune Lately attendani on the duke of Norfolk.

With earnest prayers, all to that effect. K. Ed. Hare I a tongue to doom my bro- Daugh. And so will I. [love you well: ther's death,

10 Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? Incapable and shallow innocents, My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, You cannot guess who caus’d your father's death. And yet his punishment was bitter death. Son.Grandam, we can: for my gooduncle Gloster Whosu'd to ime for him who, in my wrath, Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Kneeld at inv feet, and bid me be advis’d? 15 Deris’d impeachments to imprison himn : Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? And when my uncle told me so, he wept, Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek; The mighty Warwick, and did tight for me? Bade me rely on him, as on my father, Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, And he would love me dearly as his child. When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me, 20 Dutch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle And said, Dear brother, tire, and be a king ?

shapes, Who told me, when we both lay in the field, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice! Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, Een in his garments; and did give hinself, Yet from iny dugs he drew not this deceit. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? 25 Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, granAll this from my remembrance brutish wrath Dutch. Ay, boy.

[dam? Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you

Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Had so much grace to put it in my mind. Enter the Queen, distractedly; Rivers, and Dorset, But, when your carters, or your waiting vassals,

after her. Hlave done a drunken slaughter, and detac’di 30 Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

wecp? Soustraightare on your knees for pardon, pardon; To chide my fortune, and torment myself? And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:-- I'll join with black despair against my soul, but for my brother not a man would speak,- And to myself become an enemy.- [tience? Norl (ungracious) speak unto myself 35 Dutch. What means this scene of rude impaFur him, poor soul. - The proudést of you all Queen. To make an act of tragic violence: Hath been bebolden to bini in his life;

Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap:

and you, and inine, and yours, for this.- 40 If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; cone, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh, That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Poor Clarence ? [Exeunt King and Qucen, Hast- Or, like obedient subjects, follow him

ings, Rivers, Dorset, and Grey. To his pew kingdom of perpetual rest. Glo. These are the fruits ot rashness !-- Marku Dutch. Ah,so much interest have I in thy sorrow, you not,

45 As I had title in thy noble husband! How that the guilty kindred of the queen (death, I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Ink'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' And liv'd by looking on his images : 1) they did urge it still unto the king :

But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance (od will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death; To comfort Edward with our company? 50 And I for comtort have but one false glass, Buck. We wait upon your grace.

[Ereunt. That grieves ine when I see my shame in him.

Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother,

And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
The same.

Butdeathhath snatch'dınyhusbandfromminearms, Ester the Dutchess of York, zvith the two childrent55 And pluck'd two crutches from iny feeble hands, of Clarence.

Clarence, and Edward. 0, what cause have I Son. Good grandam, tell us,

is our father dead: (Thine being but a moiety of my grief)

[breast? To over-go ihy plaints, and drown thy cries! Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your Son. Ah, aunt! [To the Queen.] you wept not And cry,-o'Clarence, my unhappy son!. [head, 60 for our father's death ;

Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your How can we aid you with our kindred tears? And call us, -orphans, wretches, cast-aways,

Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Hithat our noble father be alive?

Your widow dolours likewise be unwept !
: He means the remission of the forfeit.



Dutch. No, boy

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